The Example-- Prologue

There is no "Eastern Quarter" To the east of the King's Palace, lies the Magicians' Guild, home of the largest group of Magaicians ever. The children of Nobles train here... As does one slum girl.

Nothing hurt more than the feeling Violet had at this instant. Nothing in her entire life of living in the Outer City could have prepared her for what she was enduring. Not even the acidic powder in tantans. The feeling of being helpless was far worse.

 

Violet felt her strength weaken as more and more students from the First Year joined in. She tried to step forward, but the endless assult of Strikes pushed her to the wall. The invisible shield that protected her kept her from being killed. But as the attack went on, that shield was begining to waver and crack.

 

It was unfair, one female against thirty-eight First Year Novices. But Violet's surprising amount of power did make it more even. But the First Years had an advantage: they saught to kill her and they were driven by anger. Violet, a girl from the Outer City, had joined their ranks. And surpassed all of them! It was an outrage that a slum girl was even allowed to become a Magician! The First Years were from the Inner City, and they would succeed where the other students couldn't.

 

Violet looked in horror at the glee and rage mixed together on all these young children's faces. They were out for blood and they wouldn't stop until they got it. Problem is that blood happens to me mine, Violet thought.

 

- Then fight back, Violet.

 

Lord Cansrel! Violet looked over the Novices' heads and saw the proud Warrior watching intently. Couldn't he help? Angry now, Violet turned to face the Novices.

 

As their Strikes hit her shield, and she felt it begin to crumble, she knew she only had enough power for one attack. One attack had to take out thirty-eight Novices. With confidence, Violet gathered up all her remaining power to the center of her body.

 

Everything outside her shield was red, hidden from view by imnumeral Strikes. As her power welled behind her breast, she breathed in. As she forced it down her arms and out her palms, she released the breath.

 

Her shield made a high pitched, sharp, keening sound as it was shattered by the Strike she sent through it. The Novastrike evaporated the incoming Strikes; its power unmatched by any other form of Strike. As it hit its mark, it exploded.

 

The First Years scattered as stones the size of numos, large cattle-like animals bred for meat, erupted from the floor of the Death Dome. Small, sharp rocks flew in every direction. Many imbedded themeselves in the walls, others hitting the shields of the First Years.

 

As the Novices realised they were wasteing their time, they fled. One by one, the sons and daughters of the Inner City dropped their shields and ran out of the Death Dome.

 

When the dust settled, Cansrel looked around the Dome. Huge boulders were scattered around the field, and a crater had been blasted into the center. Cansrel walked slowly through the debrise to the other side, to the opposite wall.

 

Violet lay crumpled on the ground, her face in the dirt. Her grey robes were torn, most likely shredded on the front. Her small body was nearly covered by her extremely long, ivory hair. Cansrel reached down to check her pulse.

 

He yelped in surprise as he was singed by Violet's shield. Useing his power, he saw it has collapsed in parts, missing in others, and was riddled with cracks. But it was still up.

 

Violet had won the first game of his morning class. It was going to be a very interesting year.

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[Kalika]

Wonderfully written